It’s three in the morning and It is the third night in a row of “Party Central” in one of my satellite buildings. Party kids are my worst nightmare. I’m sick as shit and not in the mood for it. I go over and talk to these kids they yes me to death and turn right around and act like maniacs. It stirs everyone up and next I’m getting calls in the middle of the night to do something about it.
It’s then it goes to the next level. I call the office and then everyone hates me, then every ones complaining about me.
I was so happy back in the early 90’s when for a brief amount of time I wasn’t a manager. No one up my ass, no wake up calls, party kids, or dead people. The the lesbians upstairs banging each other all nigh, but that was kind of entertaining!
Disrespect has become such an issue with my job. What the hell is going on. I was a kid once…If someone asked me to stop I stopped period! I’d be embarrassed to offend people, I would be ashamed. There’s no shame anymore.
I have to go to a therapist once a week to deal with my shame! My parents shamed me good! Let’s bring shame back people…I think it’s time for all the Jewish and Irish Catholic mothers to step up to the plate…Please! Shame your kids and do the world a favor.
I can guarantee I’ll be back tonight with their bullshit.
The other thing I have to listen to is the angry tenant telling me over and over just venting and venting till my head is going to explode! Sometimes I think about just cashing in and going homeless till they put me up in section 8 housing then I don’t have to work and can live by myself where I’m nothing to nobody! It’s beginning to sound like an option…
The Manager- angry tired and wide awake!
